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I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to doI turned the TV on and wrote a letter to youThe news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstateSaid they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Since I left California baby, things have gotten worseSeems the land of opportunity for me is just a curseTell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to waitDown here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outsideShe was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a rideThree bank jobs later, four cars hot wiredWe crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire

If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us inWhen we landed in Memphis like original sinUp Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gatesSee we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates

Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garageAnd there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one DodgeAnd there wasn't one Japanese model or makeJust pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates

She saw him singing once when she was seventeenAnd ever since that day she's been living in betweenI was never king of nothin' but this wild weekendAnyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends

Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you fromIt's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy MountainWhere yours sincerely's doin' five to eightStampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates